Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"Let me pleasure you," I murmur, teasing her ear with my tongue. "Let me make you feel good."
She moans, rolling onto her back, and spreading her thighs a bit more. I feast on the sight of her, on those pebble-tipped teats, on the flex of her belly, the rocking of her hips as she works herself against the shaft. It is the most beautiful, most erotic sight, and I lean in to capture her mouth with mine. Our tongues meet and dance and she clings to me as I work her cunt with the shaft of the stick. When she comes a short time later, it is with a wrung-out little cry that makes me feel as if I am taller than any mountain. She clings to me, panting as she catches her breath, and I press small kisses to her skin and tell her how lovely she is, how perfect, how pleased she makes me.
Br'chit lets out a little sigh and rubs her face against my neck. "Now should we do you?"
"Mmmm." I toss the stick aside, running my hand along the curve of her thigh. "The sun is up. Should we dress soon? Are you hungry?"
"I can wait," she says, sitting up and turning to look at me. Br'chit smiles and gets on her knees, her hand sliding between my thighs. "What I want to know is—"
A faint scratch at the door interrupts us, followed by a jingle of the seashell chimes.
Our eyes meet.
"Who is it?" Br'chit calls, sounding far more composed than she was moments ago.
"It's me, Steph. Is this a bad time?"
I fight back a groan and pull the furs over my cock. It aches, but when does it not? Resonance makes it determined to stand at the slightest stirring of the air. I can wait to enjoy my mate again, much as my cock will not like that. This is important to Br'chit, and thus it is important to me. "I will dress," I whisper to my mate. "Give me a moment."
"Just a sec," Br'chit calls out to her friend. "Let us get dressed!" She leaps to her feet and I am treated to a fine view of her enticing bottom. This is not so bad after all, then.
I drag on a pair of leggings and a loincloth while Br'chit tugs a tunic over her head and then fusses with her mane. We scramble to clean up a bit, and then I cross my legs and sit in front of the fire, stirring the coals. I pull the edge of one of the furs over my lap to hide my erection as well. The unmated human females are skittish enough as it is.
S'teph enters as Br'chit holds the flap to the hut open. She is all smiles, and if she smells the scent of mating in the air, she does not comment on it. Her gaze falls instead to the missing portion of the floor. "Did something break?"
"A'tam is fixing it," Br'chit says, and she sounds so proud of me that it makes me feel…strange. Pleased, yes, but protective, too. Like I would do anything for her as long as she always talks about me in that tone of voice. My khui hums loudly, and I rub my chest as I turn over the coals.
"Well," S'teph says brightly. "Shall we begin?"
"Tea?" Br'chit asks, moving to sit next to me. Her hand goes to my knee, and she gives me a little squeeze of affection.
"Tea would be lovely," the female answers. "How was last night for you both?"
"Excellent," I say immediately. "Very pleasurable."
"Uh…" Br'chit gives me an odd look, her cheeks stained with color. "I think she means our whole 'reflecting on what we talked about’ thing."
"Ah." I grin. "That was excellent, too."
My mate just shakes her head at me, a tiny smile playing on her mouth.
"So you two were able to communicate a little? To meet in the middle?" S'teph smiles at us. "What did you talk about in particular? Should we start with that?"
Br'chit turns to me, her eyes wide. "Um…"
"We used the stick to communicate," I say helpfully, and I love that Br'chit's face flushes even more. She looks so delightfully shy and flustered this morning, as if we are not mates. As if we did not just touch like mates do. What is there to be embarrassed about?
"That's great," S'teph enthuses. "Do you have it? Shall we bring it out for our therapy session?"
Br'chit turns and digs through the furs, looking for the wand. She picks it up—and immediately drops it again. "It's…ah, out of commission."
"I don't understand—"
"It's sticky," Br'chit barks out. She looks at me with a mixture of awkwardness and laughter brimming on her face, and she puts her sleeve to her mouth to hide her smile. "You don't want to know, Steph."